Moonspear rumors

The moon glittered overhead and cast a cool glow on the mountain. Atlas roamed from his den and out into the night, embraced by the sound of crickets chirping and the wind brushing across their claim. His golden gaze sought a point in the distance, and he began a slow walk toward it.
 
Not long into his trek did the dark shade catch a glimpse of a familiar shape – one he had not seen in a short time. The young Ostrega changed course toward the she-wolf. Once he had drawn near, he issued a chuff to announce himself. “Desdemona, it’s been a while,” Atlas greeted once he had drawn nearer.